AND THE HELL BEGINS

Today was Lousy. Capital L lousy.


At 6am, hub's alarm rang off. I woke up too. But not because of the alarm clock. It was more of the headache I had and the aching tummy. I was starving like crazy but didn't try getting up. Thought maybe sleep will drive the hunger away.


I got up at around 7.30 am just after Patrick did. I went straight to the kitchen, pulled out the mallow-cereal we bought the day before and made a bowl for myself.

Quite yummy this one. But while eating, I couldn't help close my eyes and look away from the sun.

8am, hubby leaves and I go back to bed. I battle with a bad migraine which I got after not wearing shades on the way to the doctor yesterday. Since it was too early today to text the doctor if I could take a pain reliever, I tried to sleep the pain away for a couple of hours. Stress.


At 11.30am, I get up, awakened again by major starvation. That includes nausea (and migraine) and the mean urge to vomit. The ordeal really starts now.


So I prepare lunch that consisted of

with dessert.

But the nausea hasn't worn off. Somehow I just want to throw up what I ate. :(


Then at 2pm, I get more nauseous again so I eat

According to the OB, it helps to drive a way nausea. True. Only it's so bland! But better than nothing right?


Migraine hits again at 3pm and finally I text the doctor if Ponstan 250 was ok. I fall asleep for a few hours, she hasn't replied. Why did I have to get migraine when I'm pregnant?


6pm, I get hungry again. I eat again and even make myself some chicken noodles.

Finally the doctor replies with the go signal for Biogesic which helped me get up from the bed and do something productive today.


Now, while I wait for dinner, I munch on cookies again.


Somehow I'm glad the morning sickness (more like all-day sickness) is happening now and not later when I'm back at work. But it's so hard getting pregnant. You don't just sacrifice your work, you also sacrifice all the things you want to do.


Sure you get to bum in the house but you bum because you're in pain. I hope the morning sickness ends sooner than it should.


Come to think of it though, all the discomforts are a way to make sacrifices for people dear to me. Everyone in my family has something they're praying for and my pain helps for their own sacrifices.


And all this is also for me, Pat and the little person we're eagerly waiting for :)

MATERNITY FASHION POLICE

Pregnancy is never a license to look ugly.




It is a woman's time to flaunt the peak of her femininity, that's why even with all the things that make her uncomfortable, she still has to look her best.




The latest trend in maternity fashion is to show off the baby bump.




And that is exactly what the designers of Project Runway Season 6 were asked to accomplish for supermodel/actress Rebecca Romijn.




Here are some of the outfits produced:

Pretty okay, right?

But then again, there's always the other side of the story--the maternity fashion victims. (In my POV at least.) Feast your eyes! Here's Part 1.

Aww yeah!

Guess who the one above is...

Polkadot love!

Some people just don't get it.

Watch out for Part 2 (sometime... later on...)

ON HOUSE ARREST

Bed rest.

Any overworked creative would love to get this as a doctor's prescription. Especially if it's for two weeks and is just a week after everyone goes back to work after the Christmas holidays.

But for some reason, I JUST DON'T LIKE IT!

It's a junior creative's dream to have her work produced, no matter how non-award winning it is. After two years of doing TVC translations, web banners, web articles, and all those other ignorable, unownable ads, I'm finally getting my campaign produced: an original radio, an original TVC inspired by the radio, a funny print ad--all in one go!

2010 was my year. Even after laying-low from pursuing award-winning work to focus on wedding preps and going on a month-long leave to enjoy a thwarted honeymoon, I was able to bounce back from copywriting non-existence to a fully-blossomed junior copywriter as legitimized by my ATL work, ready for production, all at the end of the decade!

What was to stop me at 2011? I was once again hot for creative ideas. I was again ready to chase after the metal.

But just as I was about to pop the champagne to personally celebrate the last stretch of the campaign production, I missed my period. The entire two weeks of it.

Preggy test #1: Positive.

Knees feel like jelly. Debate with husband that it's negative. I lose the argument out of naiveness. Family all in exclamations. Hubby posts positive pregnancy test on Facebook.

Preggy test #2: Positive again.

Off we go to the OB. But I experience light spotting. So, I get my dreaded sentence. House arrest. House arrest. House arrest.

Sigh. Just when I could finish my campaign.